That was a sudden news. My husband, who was a doctor, went to work in the afternoon at that time. My husband's car collided with the oncoming car in an attempt to avoid a child who suddenly jumped out. More tragedy awaited me when my husband was beaten up by the sadness that had been mourned in an accident. In front of his beloved husband's shadow, Dr. Oyama relentlessly attacked him. "At least at least forgive me in front of my husband." Even though I said so, my body ironically repeated its supremacy.
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